(Alex is the one in the center of this photo, taken at the first Thirsty Ear Festival, 1999)
I just found out over the weekend that Alex Magocsi -- a former co-worker, a fellow music freak and a friend -- died last week.
I had to write his obit today. I'll post that below.
Before that, though, let me share a few personal memories.
I got to know Alex through
The New Mexican. We had similar tastes in music. I was a fan of his band Junk, which featured Alex on drums and his girlfriend Sandy on guitar and vocals. I used to catch them playing at weird "underground" venues like "Waggy World" off Baca Street and "The Junkyard," which was the converted mechanic shop off Siler Road, which also served as Alex's residence in those years. Once he hired me to be the bouncer for a Junk show at the Junkyard. I earned a 6-pack of beer and didn't have to crack any skulls the whole night.
In March 1995 I went to South by Southwest with Alex and Sandy. Or at least part of the way. Their old school bus, which I dubbed "The Junk Heap," broke down in Clovis. I ditched them, catching a ride to Lubbock, where I got on a plane. But they showed up a couple of days later and I documented their frustrating efforts to play on the streets for festival- goers.
They finally secured a spot right off Sixth Street, a block or so from where Irma Thomas was doing a free concert. The second Irma stopped, Alex and Sandy started up. The show was a triumph, at least until the Austin cops shut them down. But for the four or five songs they played, they made $200 in tips and cassette-tape sales.
The trip back to Santa Fe was hellish though. The Junk Heap broke down again near some little Texas Podunk, where we stayed for hours until it got fixed.
The next year Alex moved back to Texas for awhile. During that time he started an online magazine called
Re:Verb. This was the first place where I was ever published on the Web.
Re:Verb ran Terrell's Tune-up in a slightly altered form. (The logo above is my old Re:Verb logo.)
All Alex's friends know that the last five years or so were terrible ones for Alec. He called me one morning three years ago to tell me that his friend Howie Epstein had ODed. It was then that I realized Alex was in bad shape.
I saw him about a year after that. He came into the Capitol news room babbling that Johnny Cash had died as the result of some conspiracy. Alex said and that he'd gotten "too close to the truth" and was scared for his own safety.
I was scared for him too. But not because of any Nashville conspiracy.
Today when writing his obit, I recall telling him, "Dammit Alex straighten up, because I don't want to have to write
your damned obit." Actually I'm not sure whether I really told him that or if I just thought of telling him that.
It doesn't matter.
God damn it, Alex.
(Here's a post about Alex in
The Dallas Observer blog)
As published in The Santa Fe New Mexican
April 4, 2006Alex Magocsi, local music writer, Web publisher and one-time leader of what he called "Santa Fe's most dysfunctional band" has died.
Magocsi's body was found March 27, which according to a database was his 42nd birthday, in his car in Tesuque on property where he had planned to move this month.
The cause of death has not been determined, Sheriff Greg Solano said Monday.
“The (Office of the Medical Investigator) felt he died of a medical condition brought on by years of drug abuse,” Solano said. The OMI is waiting for toxicology reports before making a final determination, the sheriff said.
There was no evidence Magocsi had abused drugs immediately before he died, Solano said, and no evidence of foul play. He apparently died a few days before his body was found, Solano said.
Tanya Kern, who had agreed to rent a mobile home to Magocsi — and who discovered his body in his 1986 Cadillac on her land — said Monday she was “traumatized” by Magocsi’s death.
“He was trying so hard to start over and get back on his feet,” she said. “He’d been so happy and was so excited about moving here.”
Kern had given Magocsi permission to sleep in his car on her property. Previously, he’d been living in a motel, she said.
Magocsi, a Texas native, was music editor for the weekly
Dallas Observer before moving to Santa Fe in the early 1990s. He worked for
The New Mexican, first as a dispatcher, later as an assistant editor and columnist for the newspaper’s weekly magazine,
Pasatiempo. He was responsible for a column called “Dr. Dis” and a later column called “30-Second Notes.”
But his real love was music. He was a drummer who, along with a girlfriend, started a group called Junk.
Magocsi proudly touted Junk as “Santa Fe’s most dysfunctional band.” Junk’s problems keeping a bass player were so comical, Magocsi once created a handbill advertising for a new bassist and listing all the past ones and the reason they left.
He returned to Texas in the mid-1990s. There he created an Internet music-and-pop-culture magazine called
Re:Verb. After a short stint in Dallas, he returned to Santa Fe, where he again worked for The New Mexican (until about five years ago) and started a new band, a short-lived country/punk band called Lucy Falcon.
Magocsi moved to New York in 2001 to take care of his ailing father, a friend, Brian Combs, recalled Monday. His father died shortly after his son’s arrival. “He never really got over his father’s death,” Combs said. It was the start of a dark period in Magocsi’s life, one marked by increasing alcohol and drug abuse, friends say.
After returning to Santa Fe, Magocsi befriended Howie Epstein, the former bass player for Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, who died of a drug overdose in 2003.
Magocsi said he and Epstein had started a local band tentatively called The Bottomfeeders. Epstein died before the band ever played in public.
Combs said in recent months, Magocsi had begun reaching out to old friends he hadn’t seen in years.
Kern said her mother, Mansi Kern, had rented a Tesuque house to Magocsi several years ago. “He was excited to be moving back here,” Tanya Kern said.
Kern’s property is on a road called Avenida de la Melodia. “I guess that was appropriate,” Tanya Kern said.
“Like my mother said, ‘Alex died in his favorite place.’"
Alex with Tink
Alex with The Rev. Horton Heat
Alex with Carlos Ortiz and a Cowgirl waiter
